More Talented Than You and Works Harder Than You—How Can You Win? (Please Vote)

Ancelotti stood on the sidelines, grinning like a two-hundred-pound child as he applauded nonstop.

Seeing that, Huang Kaiwen nodded, even more satisfied.

For the sake of your sincerity, next time I'm resting, I'll invite your twenty-year-old eldest daughter, Katia Ancelotti, out to have some fun.

Under Ferguson's constant instructions from the touchline, Manchester United's players quickly adjusted their state.

If they did not want anything to go wrong, they had to equalize before halftime.

Losing the match was less frightening than getting a brutal dressing-down from Ferguson.

The terror of Manchester United's tyrant was a psychological shadow passed down through generations.

The current senior players at Manchester United had been disciplined by Ferguson plenty of times back when they were in the youth team. They trembled whenever they saw Ferguson pull a stern face.

Under their influence, every Manchester United player feared Ferguson.

Of the ones who dared resist, one had been sent to Real Madrid, while the other was now at Milan.

After Giggs received the ball, he moved as though a dog were chasing him from behind, his footwork frequency pushed to its limit.

The moment Cafu charged up, Gattuso pressed in from the side as well.

Giggs pulled the ball back and passed it to Keane in midfield.

Keane received the ball, evaded Kaka, and played it sideways.

Scholes took possession, and Huang Kaiwen immediately rushed at him. Scholes spun on the spot to shake him off, then sent a long pass forward.

The right flank!

CR7 cushioned the ball with his chest and brought it under his feet.

Facing Maldini, he started doing stepovers again.

Ferguson had already covered his face on the sidelines. He could not bear to watch.

Fortunately, CR7 passed sideways to Rooney early this time and was not dispossessed.

Rooney failed to shake off Nesta with a feint, then turned with the ball and jumped in fright.

What the hell? Milan's attacking midfielder was in Milan's penalty area?

Huang Kaiwen charged in front of Rooney and poked the ball away, allowing Nesta behind him to collect it.

Nesta quickly passed back, and Dida hoofed the ball clear.

When Nesta turned around, intending to encourage Huang Kaiwen with a few words, he found that Huang Kaiwen had already run back to midfield.

"Milan's danger in the penalty area has been cleared, and Huang Kaiwen has gone straight back to defend in front of the box. I didn't expect that."

"Manchester United launch another attack. Scholes carries the ball forward and passes it—into the middle! Cristiano Ronaldo cuts straight into the center, Rooney is calling for it, he shoots! Oh dear, Cristiano Ronaldo chose to shoot himself. That was far too far out; it would have been better to pass to his teammate."

Ferguson could not even be bothered to scold him anymore.

He had once driven Beckham away with a single kick, and that had made him far gentler with talented players now.

CR7 had been mediocre today. After scolding him, Ferguson merely called Scholes over and told them to attack more down Giggs's side.

In the 40th minute, Scholes launched another counterattack with a long pass. Giggs received the ball on the left and was quickly boxed in by Gattuso and Cafu, leaving him no choice but to pass back to Keane.

This was the problem with 4-4-2. When the two central midfielders sat deep, there was no attacking midfielder, making it difficult to link up between the flanks.

Keane glanced at Huang Kaiwen hovering around Scholes and could only pass back to the defenders.

Heinze switched the play from the left to Brown on the right. Brown carried the ball forward himself, hoping to ease his teammates' pressure.

As expected, Huang Kaiwen charged at him, and Brown took the opportunity to pass to Scholes.

Scholes carried the ball past the halfway line.

Huang Kaiwen chased relentlessly behind him.

The two ran one in front of the other.

CR7 waved for the ball on the right. Scholes glanced at Maldini and chose to continue dribbling himself.

He had played from striker to attacking midfielder, then from attacking midfielder to central midfield. His dribbling ability was not bad.

Facing Seedorf, Scholes chose the most direct way to beat a man—changing his rhythm and powering straight past him.

The San Siro fans watched the scene nervously. Scholes driving forward with the ball for thirty meters was a striking sight.

Huang Kaiwen was still chasing behind him.

Not only had he not been left behind, but Scholes slowing down to get past Seedorf had narrowed the gap between them.

As he got closer and closer to the penalty area, Scholes saw Nesta step up. He dragged the ball back under his foot, ready to pass.

"Danger!!!"

Rooney shouted loudly as he looked behind Scholes.

Before Scholes could react, a foot stretched in from behind and to the side, sliding the ball toward the flank. Maldini followed up and cleared it into the attacking half.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

Huang Kaiwen pulled himself up with Nesta's hand, and waves of applause rose from the San Siro.

Although Huang Kaiwen had not produced any spectacular attacking plays like before today, and his goal had been an accident, the sight of him tracking back dozens of meters to make that final tackle moved them even more.

After getting up, Huang Kaiwen applauded the stands twice, then jogged toward the attacking half again.

As Kaka unleashed a long-range shot, the referee blew the halftime whistle.

The loudspeakers at the San Siro began playing that famous team anthem.

When the players reached the sideline, Ancelotti eagerly walked over to Huang Kaiwen and asked with concern, "How are you feeling today? Is anything uncomfortable? If there is, tell me early."

"I'm fine, Coach." Huang Kaiwen smiled and put an arm around Ancelotti's shoulders as they walked toward the players' tunnel. Then, remembering something, he turned and said, "Oh, right. Don't substitute me off early today, okay?"

"Ah, if you insist."

"I insist."

"All right, then."

Ancelotti clenched the cross inside his suit trousers with his right hand.

Milan's players returned to the locker room laughing and chatting. They had lost 0-1 away and led 1-0 at home after one half; a two-goal aggregate lead was already a huge advantage.

Meanwhile, over at Manchester United, after everyone entered the locker room—

Ferguson grabbed CR7, who was walking at the back, then slammed the away dressing room door shut.

"Boss..."

CR7 looked at Ferguson, somewhat frightened.

He might get carried away during a match, but once he was off the pitch, he did not dare act up.

"Do you know why I'm talking to you alone?"

"I... I didn't play well."

"Didn't play well?" Ferguson lowered his voice and pointed at CR7 as he retorted, "Was that merely not playing well? You only passed the ball three times in the first half. What do you want? Are you going to play by yourself in the second half? After all, you don't need teammates!"

"Boss, I was wrong."

CR7 said weakly.

Ferguson sighed. A few years ago, with a performance like CR7's, one of his flying boots would have already been on its way.

Kids these days were more fragile, and he did not dare scold them too harshly.

Ferguson patted CR7 on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Did you see Kevin? Even Kaka considers him a genius beyond compare, but look at how he plays. He tracked back dozens of meters several times to win the ball, and in attack, he looked for his teammates immediately. Only when there was no teammate did he dribble himself. Cristiano, you're a talented kid. But there are many talented people in this world. Kevin is more talented than you and works harder than you. What are you going to use to win? If you want to become a great star, you should be like Kevin and learn how to play football. Football isn't played by one person!"

Tears were already welling in young CR7's eyes as he nodded repeatedly.

Ferguson had always taken great care of him, and this was the first time he had spoken so harshly today. CR7 was deeply affected as well. He looked up and promised Ferguson, "Boss, I'll definitely play properly from now on."

Still, he felt a little unconvinced inside.

Whether it was Huang Kaiwen or Kaka, CR7 did not think either was better than him.

Ferguson patted CR7 on the shoulder. Only after he had forced back his tears did Ferguson push open the door and walk into the away dressing room with an arm around him.

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